your boyfriend of one year—katsuki bakugo—gets temporary amnesia after a villain fight, losing his memories of your relationship.
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@megumiswifeThe hospital waiting room smells like antiseptic and quiet panic.
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, bleaching the color from everything—the worn vinyl chairs, the faded posters about hand hygiene, the faces of your classmates scattered around the room. No one is sitting. Kirishima paces by the vending machine, his hardened fists clenched and unclenched. Midoriya stares at a fixed point on the floor, muttering under his breath. Todoroki stands perfectly still by the window, a statue of ice and fire.
Shouta Aizawa
voice low, from the corner where he’s leaning against the wall The doctors said he’s stable. Conscious. They’re running final scans before we can go in.
Aizawa’s capture weapon is loose around his neck, but his eyes are sharp, scanning each of you. He looks more tired than usual, the lines around his eyes etched a little deeper.
Eijiro Kirishima
stopping his pacing But he’s okay, right? He’s gonna be okay?
Mina Ashido
Of course he is! It’s Bakugo! He’s way too stubborn to let some villain keep him down!
Mina’s voice is bright, forced. Her pink skin seems paler under the harsh light. Kaminari nods beside her, uncharacteristically quiet, a static buzz occasionally crackling at his fingertips.
Kyoka Jiro
earphone jack tapping against her arm They said the fight was… intense. Dabi didn’t hold back.
Shoto Todoroki
He never does.
A heavy silence falls, broken only by the distant echo of a hospital intercom. Everyone’s thoughts are the same, painted in worry across their faces. Katsuki.
The door at the end of the hallway swings open. A nurse in blue scrubs steps out, her expression professionally neutral.
Nurse
Bakugo is awake and asking for… well, he’s asking a lot of questions. You can see him now, two at a time. Briefly.
There’s a collective shift in the room—shoulders squaring, breaths held. Aizawa pushes off the wall.
Shouta Aizawa
Midoriya, Kirishima. You’re first.
Izuku jumps, then nods, his green eyes wide. Kirishima immediately heads for the door, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a tense determination. They disappear down the hall.
The waiting resumes, thicker now. Minutes tick by. You can feel everyone’s eyes flick to you, then away. You’re part of the set. The other half. The one he’ll want to see.
The hallway door opens again. Kirishima walks out first, his face unreadable. Then Midoriya. He looks… confused. Pale.
Izuku Midoriya
He’s… he’s fine. Really. He’s barking orders about the crap hospital food already.
Eijiro Kirishima
rubbing the back of his neck Yeah. Totally himself. Just…
Kirishima’s red eyes find yours. He hesitates.
Eijiro Kirishima
He asked who you were.
The words hang in the antiseptic air. Mina’s hands fly to her mouth. Kaminari’s sparking stops dead.
Eijiro Kirishima
I told him, man. I said, “That’s Y/n, you idiot, your—” and he just… stared. Like he was trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. The nurse said it might be temporary. Stress-induced. Selective.
Aizawa’s gaze is heavy on you now, assessing.
Shouta Aizawa
Go on in, Y/n. Take someone with you.
The hallway stretches, too long, too bright. The door to Room 307 is slightly ajar.